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One day, Jon took Angel to a field.

This field was covered with white fluffy flowers. It was not until Angel approached closely that he realized it was a plant he had never seen before. The stem of the plant is tall and straight and full of vibrant green colour. But at the top hung a flower with long white hair-like strands. These long hairs converged to form a ball which looked like a rabbit’s tail from a distance, looking round and fluffy.

“This is a dandelion. They were born to invite the arrival of the wind. When the wind accepts this invitation, these strands of fluff will dance along and travel with the wind to distant lands.” Jon said to the young Angel.

This scene happened about ten years ago.

He had forgotten other details in his life, but what he had not forgotten from that time was taking in a deep breath and blowing the dandelion strands into the air. He watched as these fine bundles of fluff floated.

Then a gust of wind arrived. The trees in the forest swayed while these bundles of fluff fluttered around the young Angel as Jon’s clothes swayed violently as well.

As the wind continued its arriving.

The dandelions were there to invite the wind as if having a long-awaited reunion with an old friend.

As these bundles of fluff danced happily along with the wind, the sky became covered with white fluff. Eventually, the wind accepted the invitation and they travelled together, heading towards faraway lands.

At that time, when Angel saw dandelions being sown for the first time. He felt a shock comparable to when he first witnessed the starry night sky.

“This is the cooperation between nature, heaven and earth.” Jon said.

On that day, Angel never forgot the sight of those dandelions dancing along with the wind as they sailed over that beautiful sky.

So, when Angel saw these dense green pieces of fluff drifting along with the wind in front of him. He unconsciously recalled seeing those dandelion seeds as a child.

Angel didn’t know where he was right now. All he knew was he was lying on a soft field of grass, watching these green pieces of fluff dancing with the wind, smelling the fragrance of fresh plants, and feeling an inexplicable sense of calm.

These green pieces of fluff, just like the dandelion seeds from before. Danced after a cool and refreshing breeze blew by as these large pieces of green fluff rippled through the air.

Angel, in addition to those childhood memories of dandelions, cannot remember much else. He continued watching with mirth as the wind and those green pieces of fluff danced together.

When Angel was laying on the grass, he looked towards the sky and felt somehow more relaxed and loose.

At this leisurely moment, a huge green bud suddenly appeared, it was floating in mid-air.

Angel looked curiously at the bud and tried to touch it to see what it was.

In the next moment, all the green pieces of fluff on the field and in the sky turned into small spots of light. They were being attracted and absorbed by the green bud.

At this time, the green bud floating in the sky slowly began to bloom.

Looking at the scene of the blooming bud, Angel suddenly felt several scenes flash through his memory. There were also scenes of a green bud in these memories, and this green bud was also blooming. But there was a person in the bud. Angel recalled the scene carefully and wanted to clearly see the figure in the bud… At that moment, the person in the bud suddenly raised their head and looked at Angel with a strange smile.

It was an ugly face with half of their face covered with knots and parasitic worms!

Angel was so frightened by this disgusting face that his back began to sweat profusely.

Just at the end of Angel’s recollection, the bud in the sky also gradually bloomed. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the bud, and this scene began overlapping with the scene in his memory.

When Angel saw this scene, he retreated in fear.

The person in the bud slowly raised their head up…

“No!”

…

“No!” Angel violently sat up and yelled.

He was gasping for breath with his eyes wide open.

At this time, a burst of sunshine from outside of the window came in. Angel was shaken and dazzled by the light and raised his hand to slightly block it out.

Only then did Angel find himself lying in a large bed.

Huh, was it all just a dream?

Yes, it must have been a dream. Therefore, Parasitic Mother will not appear again, will she?

Angel asked himself a question that had no answer. Because he was unsure whether Parasitic Mother was truly dead or not.

“Where is this?” Angel shook his head and waved away some of the chaotic thoughts still lingering in his mind. He propped himself up a little with his hand before he smelled a burst of soft and warm woody fragrance coming from the bed.

His own bed is completely hard. Where was it ever so soft and peaceful? It was only then that Angel realized he seemed to be in a strange place!

Angel glanced down suddenly, and now his coat had been taken off and he was now half-naked. His lower body is now wearing a pair of white soft trousers, which seemed a little big on him, not belonging to him at all.

Angel looked at the luxurious bed, luxurious room, and the curtains draping over the floor. Clearly, it was a strange place, but he felt strangely familiar with it.

Angel recalled: “Why am I here? Where am I now? Wasn’t I on the Sky Tower’s arena platform? By the way… I told Toby to kill Parasitic Mother…. What happened after? Those fanatic fans wanted to kill me, and David rushed onto the arena stage to save me, and then I fainted.”

Angel recalls what had happened before his coma and ended up even more confused, holding greater doubts.

He remembered it was David who saved him, but the layout of the room was clearly not David’s style.

“Knock knock knock—“ There was a knock at the door outside the room.

Angel did not respond. He did not understand his current situation and did not dare to call upon the person outside to enter.

The knocking on the door lasted for a while, and just as Angel thought the visitor was about to leave, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A man covered in a black robe and wearing a strange mask came in from the outside.

“Huh? Master Pat, were you Awake? I thought you were still resting, so I pushed open the door and wanted to give you a change of clothes.”

The person that showed up in front of Angel was actually Housekeeper Goode!

“Housekeeper Goode… What am I doing here? Is this Phantom Island?” Angel looked at the decorations around the room and remembered his previous feeling of familiarity, which felt exactly the same as the style of Sanders mansion!

“Master Pat, my Lord brought you here at noon the day before yesterday. As you were still injured, the Lord was still treating your injury while you were in a coma.” Goode, holding the clothes in his hand, went to the bed and put the clothes in the cabinet. “These clothes were worn by the Lord when he was young, and I don’t know if they will fit you.”

“It wasn’t David who… Did mentor save me? Did he remember the events incorrectly?” Angel was a little confused as he thought.

Angel looked at the clothes in the cabinet and could see at a glance that it was Sanders style. A black gentleman’s outfit, a white Bellamy shirt and a wine-red bow tie.

“Uh, Housekeeper Goode, where is my wizard robe?” Angel felt somewhat embarrassed wearing the same clothes as Sanders.

Goode paused and said with a smile: “Your wizard robe is a little damaged and has been carelessly lost by the Lord.”

He lost it carelessly.

He lost it.

Lost…

Angel wanted to cry but had no tears. It was a low-level alchemy item with cleansing. What did he mean by losing it carelessly?

“Meals are being served. If the young master wants to have dinner, please head directly to the dining hall.” Goode saw Angel’s expression and smiled as he changed the subject.

Dinner? Angel’s stomach was completely empty, and he really did feel pangs of hunger. However, as soon as he remembered the food he had eaten the last time he paid a visit, he felt unwell.

After Goode put the clothes away and began to leave, he turned around before leaving and said: “The Lord is in his study. He said that after the young master had eaten dinner, please go to the study to find the Lord.”

After Goode spoke about what happened the day before yesterday, he left. Angel lingered a long time on the large soft bed before rising out of it to wash up and have dinner.

It was not until he was sure there was no odour or grime on his body that he put on the black gentleman’s outfit prepared by Housekeeper Goode.

Over the past couple of months, he has become accustomed to the lazy pullover sheet robe. Now wearing such tedious clothes again, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Standing in front of the mirror, Angel once again returned to being the young aristocratic master who belongs to Pat Manor. But now, after Angel put on the gentleman’s outfit. He had a little more elegance and nobility compared to the false serious persona he had put on while at Pat Manor.

The young man staring back in the mirror. Even with a head of messy half-length golden hair, had not marred his handsome image but made him appear to be full of youth.

Wearing a wine-red bow tie, Angel properly straightened out his clothes and satisfactorily posed handsomely.

After Angel had got dressed, he now grabbed his belongings on the table. His Sky Tower information card, bone card, self-made wound medicine, and… The Heavenly Eye.

Angel picked up the chain necklace and looked at the Heavenly Eye embedded in it. There was nothing unusual about it.

“According to Housekeeper Goode, Sanders treated my injury. He must have taken off my clothes, too… So, Sanders has seen the Heavenly Eye?” Angel’s heart felt somewhat perturbed. The Heavenly Eye has an extraordinary history and is something from an exotic plane. Does mentor already know what it is?

Angel was a little worried at first, but in retrospect, he had been carrying the Heavenly Eye ever since he boarded onto the Cloud Whale. With Sanders ability, he should have known all about the Heavenly Eye carried along by now. Since he had left it here, this shows he shouldn’t care about this thing, right?

Angel didn’t want to frighten himself with his speculation. He will know when he meets Sanders again. According to Sanders character, if there is anything strange about the Heavenly Eye, he would have already asked about it directly. If he doesn’t ask about it, it just means he doesn’t care about it.

After collecting his personal belongings, Angel suddenly began searching for other items… What happened to his alchemy weapons?

The Wrist-Mounted Crossbow is missing? And his hidden means for climbing Sky Tower, the alchemy work in his hidden box: The pistol is missing as well?

…

While Angel was eating in the dining hall, he began recalling the possible whereabouts of his alchemy weapons. Did he lose it along the way?

Angle couldn’t figure it out, but he doesn’t really care anymore. If he lost it, forget about it. It’s good to be alive. It’s no big deal losing it. He will just have to refine them again.

When Angel thought of this, he suddenly thought of Housekeeper Goode. He said he had been in a coma for two days and two nights… Oh, no! He had three matches lined up in the afternoon before yesterday!

If he didn’t go to the match, wouldn’t he have his 12 points deducted? He has only won four games in the Three Floors of Death. Winning a cumulative of three matches, which only amount to 12 points, ah! Now he is back to square one!

Originally, he thought he would climb to the top as soon as possible. But now he has not only lost all his points but also wasted two days. Angel gave a long sigh before thinking: “Forget it. My alchemy items can be refined again, and the points can be regained as long as I am alive and well.”

After Angel had dinner, he headed for Sanders study.